Thursday, December 19, 2013

Poem for Thursday and Great Falls Ducks

The MaenadsBy Ursula K. Le Guin

Somewhere I readthat when they finally staggered off the mountaininto some strange town, past drunk,hoarse, half naked, blear-eyed,blood dried under broken nailsand across young thighs,but still jeering and joking, still tryingto dance, lurching and yelling, but fallingdead asleep by the market stalls,sprawled helpless, flat out, thenmiddle-aged women,respectable housewives,would come and stand nightlong in the agorasilenttogetheras ewes and cows in the night fields,guarding, watching themas their motherswatched over them.And no mandaredthat fierce decorum.

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Wednesday was chilly but sunny, and the light makes it so much easier for me to get things done, though none of what I got done is worth reporting, like trying to figure out which cloud services I should use for which of my files. Paul worked from home, so we got to have lunch together. Adam went to an indoor track meet but came home early since he couldn't run in it.

We had dinner plans with Angela and Kevin and we took Adam with us to Founding Farmers, where I had phenomenal butternut squash ravioli and the rest of my family ate terrific veggie food. Then we came home and watched Jack the Giant Slayer on cable; Hoult, McGregor, Tomlinson, et al were all fine (Tucci wants to be Alan Rickman and can't quite pull it off) but the screenplay has some hopeless parts. Winter ducks at Great Falls: